What a wonderful evening,
Another evening of jazz.
The band came on the stage
And started playing and I was gone,
Gone into their musical world,
Where music and wonder came.
Bringing so much enjoyment to all,
To themselves as they played
And to the audience as we listened,
Listened to the wonderful music,
The wonderful music they played.
What happened to the time?
It went so fast
As every note came into my mind
And made my heart beat,
Beat to the music being played.
What a wonderful evening.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: We went to our Jazz Club last night for a special performance by The Freetime Old Dixie Jazz Band, a band from Holland who were touring the country, we were there first stop. What a tremendous evening we had.
- Category: special-occasion
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So nice when the band plays well. To enjoy music not played so well one has to be playing it. A fun read my friend
Thank you soren, much appreciated.
Andy
Most welcome Andy
You extract all the juice, including the pips out of every thing you do Andy, especially when it means music... Bravo!
(I try very hard not to encourage you, but wot can I do?)
You are most kind Dave, thank you so very much.
Andy
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